Ariana's heart stuttered as time seemed to slow.
It seemed the lady had realized Zavren's gaze was elsewhere—and not on her. As she followed it, she found… nothing. Her brow lifted in confusion. What kind of window could possibly intrigue the king so much that he didn't even let his lips graze her knuckles? Yet, her heart thudded from the warmth of his breath that still lingered there.
"I see you like windows, my king," she said with a graceful smile. "My father has the best recommendations—skilled and uniquely exotic. You'll love them."
Zavren pulled back, his gaze drifting to the now-moving carriages preparing to leave. Raven stood on the other side, head bowed low.
"Hm."
A predatory smile curled Zavren's lips, devoid of warmth. His eyes flicked back to the lady. The moment their gazes locked, she immediately looked away—either from the intensity or, more likely, fear.
